Poetic Philosophy Ryder

Cold Hot Hollow

The ice melts in my hand

and my work is numb.

I err on the side of heat

sparks licking my tongue.

Her gaze is effervescent

but round and hollow.


A trick poisons me,

a delicious poison that

addicts me. I dream of it

melting in my hands

licking my tongue

carving me round

and hollow.

By Ryder

I am a writer, furniture designer and a musician. I enjoy synthesizing information because it helps me (and hopefully others) understand subjects in a systematic way.

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